I don't care how charming he may appear to the others; I don't trust that boy. Peter Pan had trouble written all over him from the start...Too bad my mother is making me date him. Peter/Wendy Modern version! R&R

I
opened my eyes, wincing at the blue blaze of the overhead sky. The
smell of pine hit my nose instantly as I forced myself to sit up. I
calmly looked around, finding myself to be utterly alone. There was
an imprint of a body in the pine straw beside me, as if Peter had
only just been lying there.

"Peter?"
I called, my voice coming out as inaudible as a whisper. Even then,
my voice seemed to pierce the silence.

I
found it strange that no birds called above from the treetops. There
wasn't even any shuffling in the underbrush. I
must be in Neverland, I
thought dreamily.

"Peter?"
I cried, louder this time. I struggled to my feet, feeling as if I
had been sleeping a very long time. Stumbling groggily, I made my way
through a small clearing of trees. The ground sloped a bit before
abruptly cutting off, giving way to a still expanse of water.

Briefly
forgetting about Peter, I chucked off my shoes and socks, rolling up
my pant legs. I eased myself down the bank to the shallow water
beneath. The water was warm and I could see little minnows flicking
back and forth just below the surface. The little fish darted around
my ankles, tickling my feet.

I
smiled.

"Wendy,"
a voice called, breaking the silence.

I
jumped in surprise, falling backwards onto my butt with a big splash.

Laughter
echoed down from the bank and upon standing up, I could see that
Peter was sitting down with his back up against a tree. I crossed my
arms, oblivious to the water dripping from the seat of my pants.

"Where
were you?" I demanded. "I was looking for you."

"I've
been here the whole time," he told me with a shrug. "I didn't
want to wake you. We flew a long ways."

I
nodded silently, looking down at my distorted feet through the
slightly turbid water. Seconds ticked by with neither of us speaking.
Why did it suddenly feel so awkward?

"So,"
said Peter, after clearing his throat. "Do you like it? Neverland,
I mean."

"It's
quiet," I replied, not really answering his question.

Peter
nodded.

"Why
is it so quiet?" I questioned.

Peter
smiled. "We're the only ones here."

"Oh,"
I said.

"There's
more life on the other side of the island, by the lagoon, but I
figured this would be a good place for you to get some rest. And…when
you're feeling up to it, I hoped we could talk." Peter stirred
uncomfortably against the trunk of his tree.

"What's
there to talk about?" I sighed.

"Well,"
he said slowly, "I guess about you leaving for London. And…and
the fact that we'll never see each other again."

I
sighed once more, coming up out of the water. I sat down on the bank
with my back towards Peter, drawing my knees up to my chin. "Our
last day together doesn't need to be so depressing," I told him,
my voice muffled against my knees. "We can just have fun."

"If
that's what you want," said Peter indifferently.

"Well
what do you want?"
I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.

Peter
gave me a forlorn smile. "Don't act like you actually care what I
want, Wendy."

"I
care," I contradicted, annoyed.

Peter
sighed before standing up and crossing the space between us. He sat
down next to me, drawing his knees up to his chin just as I had done.
"Are you going to miss me?" he asked.

I
nodded. "I wish I didn't have to go. Or at least, I wish you
could go with me. Heck, I wish I could stay here in Neverland and
live happily ever after or whatever."

"Why
don't you?" Peter pressed, his green eyes bright with hope.

"You
know I can't. I'm not one of the lost boys you can just draw away
into your fantasy world. The longer I live here, the more I'll
forget about where I came from. I don't want to forget, Peter. I
have a family. You might not have one, but I do. I can't just
leave. I…I love you, I do, but…" I trailed off.

Peter
looked at me, surprised at my words. But then his face fell again and
he glanced away. "If you loved me, you would stay with me."

I
scowled at him. "That's not fair, Peter. You shouldn't ask me
to leave my family because you know I would never ask you to leave
the lost boys. Never."

"I've
left them before," he said softly. "I could do it again."

"No!"
I shouted, louder than I had intended. "They need you. You're all
they have ever known. God, Peter, will you just quit it? I've
accepted that it's over, so why can't you?" I tried to keep
myself from being angry, but it didn't really work. "You need to
stay away from me, Peter, and you know it. If you don't want to
grow up, then you shouldn't have to. I don't want to be the
person to force you to do something you don't want to do."

"I
don't give a damn
about any of that!" Peter
roared, quick on his feet. His fists were clenched, and he was
glaring at me with that wild look in his eye that I had only ever
seen once before. "When I told you that I'd leave Neverland all
over again for you, I meant
it. Yeah, I'll miss the
lost boys…but that's nothing in comparison to how I'll feel
when I'll have to give up you.
This isn't easy for me."

"What?
And you think it's easy for me?"
I shot back bitingly. I
jerked my chin away from him, determined to look somewhere, anywhere,
other than his anguished face. I took a deep breath. "How do you
think I felt when you told me that it was my
fault that you were
becoming less like you and more like me? That you were weakening?
That you were leaving behind your most favorite place in the entire
universe just for me? Don't you think that would make me just the
tiniest bit guilty? Huh? Don't you think that it's unfair for me
to feel guilty for something that I have no control over? Well I
don't want
to feel guilty anymore!"

I
shook my head, refusing to take it. I stood up without his help.
"No," I told him, feeling my voice crack. "I'm g-going home
alone. Coming here was a bad idea. I want you to stay, and I want you
to th-think about what I've s-said. When you g-go back, I'll
h-have already left."

Peter
grabbed my wrist but I twisted out of it, turning away from him and
walking back through the trees. I wiped my eyes furiously with the
back of my hand, speeding up my pace in case he was following me.

"Goodbye,
Wendy Darling," he called, his voice barely audible.

I
stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder. He hadn't
followed me after all. He was still standing by the bank.

He
was letting me go.

Suddenly
everything seemed to hit me. This would be the last time I would ever
see Peter. Him, standing
alone by the water, would be my last memory. How could I possibly
live with myself if I had to keep replaying that final look on his
face as I walked away?

I
took a step towards him. Then another step. And another. I
unexpectedly broke out into a full-fledged run, crashing into his
arms. I fiercely hugged him around the middle, burying my face into
his chest. He did not wrap his arms around me; he merely stood there,
his face angled down towards mine.

"G-Goodbye,
Peter Pan," I sobbed.

And
then I went home.

---

PETER'S
POV

One
Month Later

Captain
Hook died today.

I
heard about it on the news. Apparently, while at the zoo, Captain
Hook's hook fell off into one of the animal pens. Thinking he could
reach it with a toy rifle he stole from a nearby child, he leaned in
over the railing. Unfortunately for James, he lost his footing and
slipped, falling into the swampy territory of a hungry crocodile.

I
wished I could have told Wendy about it, but she had left before I
even went back to New York. Just as she'd promised. Why does Wendy
always have to keep her word?

Anyways,
if I hadn't chopped off the pirate's hand all those years ago, he
wouldn't have fallen to his death.

Does
that mean I killed Hook?

---

WENDY'S
POV

Ten
Years Later

"We're
going to catch some late dinner, if you'd like to join us," Marie
offered. There was something about Marie that reminded me of a girl I
used to know in high school. Her hair poofed out in the exact same
way, though for some reason the name of the girl seemed to escape me.

"Thanks,
but I ought to be getting back. I'm a little tired," I told
John's long-time girlfriend. "The movie was great though. You
guys really didn't have to pay for my ticket."

"It
was no problem at all," Marie insisted. "We haven't seen you in
months.
I'm so excited that you've finally decided to move back to the
Big Apple. It gives me a new face to look at. God knows I'm sick of
John's."

"'Night,
Sis," called John as he locked arms with Marie and stood up,
pulling her towards the door. They thanked the bus driver and stepped
down onto the curb, the door closing with a creak behind them.

I
sighed and settled back against my seat, noting how unusually dark
out it was that night. The eerie flickering of the bulbs overhead
made me shudder, flooding me with a strange sense of déjà vu.

A
thin, slightly handsome man unexpectedly sat down in the seat across
from me, making me jump in surprise. I hadn't known that someone
had gotten on the bus when John and Marie had gotten off.

A
toothpick protruded from the stranger's lips. "I didn't mean to
scare you," he said softly.

There
was a long patch of silence as I scrutinized the newcomer's face,
searching for some kind of familiarity. He leaned forwards into the
light, and I could see that his hair was a little bit darker than I
had remembered and his cheekbones were a little bit sharper. But his
eyes…They were exactly the same.

"You
grew up."

Peter
smiled. "I did. So did you."

"But
I thought…," I started with a frown.

Peter
held up a hand to stop me. "I grew up because I wanted to."

I
nodded, meeting his eyes. I stared at him a few seconds before
looking away and saying, "It's been a long time."

"It
has," Peter agreed. "A lot has changed. Did you know that
Slightly ended up marrying that friend of yours from high school?"

"Kim?"
I questioned.

Peter
nodded.

"What
of the other lost boys?"

"Oh,
they're always around."

The
bus shuddered to a stop. I sighed, glancing out of the window at the
hotel I was staying at. If only I had more time. "Well," I said,
rising to my feet, "that's my stop."

"How
extraordinary," said Peter, a smile tugging at his mouth, "it's
mine too."

The
End.

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A/N:
Yeah, so I'm pretty much the worst person in the world for taking 3
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also the worst person in the world because I put up the last chapter.
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